Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Thanks for sharing Monica

Thanks to Monica for such an enlightening piece on the day to day work of a modern housemaid and what a great picture, a maid taking a break dressed in a very modern maid’s uniform but still retaining the symbol of the traditional maid – the apron. It has confirmed what I always thought namely it’s all very well us  fantasising  about being a maid in the way usually outlined in Bea’s stories (BTW where the hell are you, you were due back on Sunday) but the  reality of such a role  is quite different and very well documented by Monica’s list of duties.

Accounts of lifestyles like Monica’s( and Belinda’s) raises curiosity in me and others also I’m sure. If Monica reads this and if it’s not too intrusive and she has time I would be grateful if she could  let us know how she addresses her employer/wife and the reverse on a daily basis and (apart from when they have guests) does she stay in maid mode 24/7? I suppose what I’m really saying is does Monica’s wife view her as a housemaid at all times and is only allowed revert to male/husband status in company? Ditto with Miss Tina. Also would Monica’s wife/employer mind if Monica decided she wanted to revert to being male again? I understand if Monica does not wish to answer these questions but her lifestyle is so unusual and is the fascination and probably the envy of so many people.

I can really understand the idea that being a maid is not always erotic, when you are working that hard eroticism can be the furthest thing from your mind. Monica’s phrase “maid’s syndrome” captures it perfectly and resonates with me and many others, I’ve recounted before how my fascination with maids began and took hold from an early age and have often wondered (as distinct from fantasied) what it would be like to live and work as one.  I remember one old black and white film where a mistress has reservations about a new maid's suitability, her housekeeper replied that  once she wore the uniform for a few days she would soon get used to her situation. A case of the uniform maketh the maid I suppose. Thanks to Monica we now all have an idea of life as a modern day housemaid.  I doubt if many would follow their dream the way Monica does and I for one am most grateful she has shared her experiences with us.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

I have been out of touch for some time but seeing Carrie's comment that I am a working maid, I come back to confirm it with a recent photo.
I am a full time housemaid now since my Philipino coleague who was helping me once a week has gone back to her country. So I work full time at home and it is quite a big three levels house and once a week I clean my other employer's (Miss Tina's) apartment.
I must tell to you all that being a real life maid is not an easy task. The work is quiter arduous and of course there are a million of other tasks except cleaning of course, that a homemaker has to do. I'll mention a few of them : daily cooking, all the shopping, basic sewing, laundry and ironing of course, gardening and driving my wife/employer and her friends around, serving in the house when we have guests (not as a maid in front of guests but simply as an aproned house partner etc etc..
But I don't complain; on the contrary I enjoy every single moment of it. And it is not necessarily all the time erotic, it is also fulfilling in the 'giving' sort of way. I simply have developed since my very young age the 'maid's syndrome' as I call it. Once a maid, always a maid!

Friday, October 26, 2012

Kammi's Serial


Amos drove a little faster than usual on his way home. Both of them were aroused and there was a mad dash to run upstairs and shed their clothes. Mildred lay down on the bed and spread her legs. Amos dove in head first. Mildred climaxed right away. The second one took a little longer as they were no longer rushed. Amos was close to cuming too as he ground himself against the sheets. Mildred was running her hands through his hair while she gently pressed his face into her pussy.
“You know dear” she said, “I think tomorrow night I’d like to see what it’s like to have you between my legs with your hair in curlers. Okay?”
Amos could not answer verbally but his actions did. He went rigid and shot his load. When he recovered he said “Damn, I just changed these sheets this morning!”

The next day, the walls of the Holy Roller Baptist Church shook when Amos gave his sermon. He moved down from the pulpit so he could move about the elevated platform, gesticulating wildly to emphasize his points. He went through a litany of “sins” being committed in their town in the form of the Ten Commandments:

Women shall obey their husbands in all matters and be submissive to them…
A woman’s place is in the home, serving her husband and caring for their children…
Women shalt not place themselves in authority over men…
Men shalt not take up the practices of women like cooking and sewing and laundering…
Men shalt not wear feminine clothing nor hairstyles…
Men shalt work outside the home and provide for their families…
Women shalt not take pleasure from the sins of the flesh…

He carried on for almost two hours admonishing his congregation, telling how all these sins were an abomination before god. He compared their town to the biblical towns of Sodom and Gomorrah. Dryfuss Enterprises was mentioned several times and not in a flattering way.

“God will make known his anger and strike down those who speak against him. Mark my words, you sinners!”

As he always did when he delivered sermons of this type, Amos stared out at those in the church, making it seem like he was speaking directly to an individual. Today, he noticed that so many of the men hung their heads in shame. He felt sorry for them, knowing that so many, like his friend Jack, were enjoying life better than they ever had, and he was making them feel guilty about it. But it had to be done, he reasoned, if he was to continue being their pastor. And he knew that a few who had contacts with his superiors in the denominational headquarters would be telling them about what a great preacher he was and how he kept his congregation out of the arms of the devil. Standing outside the door after church greeting people, he picked up many subtle, and some not so subtle, looks from angry women.  

“Really gave it to them today, honey” his wife remarked while they were finishing dinner. “One of your best performances. Now get up and do the dishes, I’m going to read. When you’re done you have an appointment with Madam Mildred, your new hairdresser” she added with a laugh.

Standing at the sink filled with soapy hot water, Amos looked out the window watching the torrents of rain beating against the glass. There had been rumblings of thunder all evening. Suddenly there was a bright flash and an ear splitting cracking. Amos felt electricity surge through his body. He rushed to the livingroom, grabbed Mildred by the hand and rushed out the door. He smelled smoke and saw flames at one end of the house. They had been struck by lightening. They ran next door and Amos used the neighbor’s phone to call the fire department which was, fortunately only a block away. The house was saved but had heavy damage. The neighbors saw Amos get down on his knees and pray silently. Yes, Amos thanked god for sparing their lives and much of their house but his most fervent prayers were for saving his hidden chest of money in the attic.

Of course the town was abuzz for days about this event. Just the fact of a house being struck by lightning and catching fire was more than enough to feed conversations at school, at work, in the coffee shops, the beauty shops etc. But there was an added twist to this situation – was god angry at the town as Pastor Reynolds had predicted or, as some dared to imply, was god angry at the Pastor himself for some wrong deed? The latter viewpoint was dismissed by most as ridiculous. Why would god be angry at such a righteous man as Amos? Though he would not admit it publically, Amos believed the minority viewpoint. He had no doubt that the bolt of lighting was aimed directly at himself and no other. He was a hypocrite, he admitted to himself. And the bible said a hypocrite was vomited from god’s mouth. Amos asked for god’s forgiveness and promised to change his evil ways.

A member of the church offered to house Pastor and Mrs. Reynolds in a mother-in-law apartment that had been added to her house. Her mother had lived there until her recent death. Oddly, the offer had been made by the wife to Mildred. The latter had asked if her husband approved of this and the wife said it did not matter.

“This is my decision and he will do what I say.”

So the Reynolds moved into their temporary quarters. It was estimated that it would take two months to repair the parsonage. Mildred, though frightened by what happened, quickly got past it while Amos remained badly shaken by not only how close they had come to death in the fire but more so by his epiphany  
and promise to change his life. He discussed this with his wife on their first night in their new bedroom. Mildred was seated in front of a vanity mirror while Amos took her hair down. As he had done for almost every night since they had been married, and even for a couple of months before that, he removed the small delicate hair net around her bun, took out the hairpins holding it in place, then began gently brushing his wife’s thick, lustrous hair.

“I think that you should request a sabbatical to decide just what you want to do. You haven’t taken a vacation in three years and your contract promises a sabbatical every seven years and you haven’t taken any. I suggest you request six month’s leave of absence.  Mmmm, that feels so nice honey, even after all these years. Do you still enjoy doing my hair as much as I do?”

“Yes, my love, I do” he answered, drawing the hairbrush through her long hair.

“I can tell” she said as she reached between the folds of his robe and felt his very hard member.

The following morning, Amos reversed the procedure he had followed the evening before. He removed the frilly night bonnet Mildred wore and proceeded to put her hair back in a bun. He always liked spreading the so called invisible net over the tight, perfectly gathered hair. And he loved the soft kiss his wife gave him when he finished while she gently squeezed his hard penis.

After sharing breakfast with their hosts, Agnes and Leon, Mildred was given a tour of the house. The apartment had a bedroom, bathroom and a small livingroom. The kitchen would have to be shared, as well as the laundry room in the basement. The latter item raised a question in Mildred’s mind. She brought it up to her husband that evening, again while he brushed her hair.

“Amos, you have to use their laundry room. Is that going to be a problem?”

“Of course, Mildred, I can’t be seen doing women’s work,  especially after my sermon on Sunday. You know what a gossip Agnes is, it would be all over town before sunset and all over the county by noon the next day. Please, Mildred, can’t you do it just for this little while until I decide what I am going to do. Please, Mildred, please help me out.”

“Well, I suppose I can relearn how to do laundry for a while, but you will owe me big time when we get back in our house. But you’ll still do the ironing, won’t you?”

“Oh honey, how can I? Agnes has her iron and ironing board set up in the laundry room. That would be even worse than me doing the laundry. Oh please dear, just for this little time. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“But I haven’t picked up an iron in thirty years. You started that three weeks after we began dating. Mommy thought it was so cute watching you do my ironing in the living room while I knit and watched television. Remember the night you came over and I was going out with the girls? You still stayed and did your chores. And when you offered to do Mommy’s ironing too, she fell in love with you and told me you were a keeper. Then there was the night I wasn’t feeling well and you cleaned my room and took a basket of my clothes to do a wash?
That was the last time I did any laundering. Mommy wanted to steal you away from me and marry you herself”

“Yes, I remember. And I remember the night when you came up behind me when I was ironing and put your hand down the front of my pants and made me promise to always take care of you like this and do all the housework after we were married?”

“Yes, I do and I remember that you agreed.”

“But you did not play fair. Any man would agree to anything if a pretty young lady was massaging his dick. “

“And you have loved every minute of it and especially all the pretty aprons Mommy made for you for every birthday and Christmas.”

“Yes, I agree. Hey, maybe we could send our clothes out to be done.”

“Ya, right, then everyone would say what a lazy wife I am. No, I guess I have to do what nearly every woman in the country does all the time. But I won’t like it one bit, Amos Reynolds, and you will indeed pay for it. For every half hour I spend doing the damn laundry and ironing, you will receive six of the best from my cane. Agreed?”

“Yes, dear, thank you.”

“There’s one more thing. I’ve been letting you off the hook all these years but tonight you will pleasure me with your tongue” Mildred said emphatically.  

“But you’re…”

“Yes, it started this afternoon, right on schedule. I know you hate the thought of doing it but maybe you’d prefer to be seen by Agnes in your apron ironing my panties? What would your congregation say.”

“But is it safe?” Amos asked plaintively.

“Oh, I think so, dear. Come on, finish my hair and then I’ll introduce you to a taste you have never experienced before. Let’s call this Cherry Licking Time” she said and laughed. Amos was not laughing.

All of the concerns raised this evening were for naught. The next morning when Mildred was reluctantly carrying her laundry basket through the kitchen to the basement stairs, she was stopped by Agnes.

“Just leave that there. Leon is in charge of laundry in this house. If you have no objection, Mildred, he can throw your stuff in with ours. Just leave you clothes in your hamper and he’ll pick it up. Okay?”

“Sure, fine with me. Does he do ironing too?” she asked facetiously.

“Why of course, doesn’t one go with the other?” Agnes answered seriously. “Don’t you just love the way things have changed? My father would file for divorce if my mother had ever suggested he do a load of wash. Oh golly, I just thought, will the pastor have any objection to this? I mean, the way he spoke last Sunday.”

“No dear, he won’t object at all. Maybe we can even get him to give Leon a hand.”

“You’re so funny, Mildred. I can’t even imagine the pastor getting within twenty feet of a clothes washer, never mind an ironing board. I think I would see the second coming before that” she added and laughed heartily.

Mildred, relieved from the awful burden of doing laundry, decided it was time for her to make her move. She told her husband to relax and she would go to his office to see if there was anything urgent that required his attention. She was greeted warmly by Louise, the church secretary who expressed great concern about the fire and how the pastor was doing.

“There’s a lot to work out right now and the pastor is badly in need of a break. I’ll be talking to the Board of Trustees about that tomorrow night. I am going to check his desk to see if there’s anything I can handle. We are staying at the Collins’ so you can reach me there. Please deal with me alone until the pastor is feeling better. And when you do the bulletin for next Sunday, please list me for giving the sermon.”

Louise looked like she had been instantly frozen in place as she stared at Mildred wide eyed and with her mouth open.

“But…but…ah, that’s not allowed. A woman cannot preach in a Baptist church.”

“Just do it for now, Louise, I’ll be discussing it with the Board tomorrow. It’s only temporary and besides, we could never get a fill-in pastor on such short notice.”

Mildred went into Amos’s office and checked the mail and phone messages on his desk. Nothing was of any great importance and they could be put aside for now. She was intrigued, however, by a phone message from Lin Lu asking Amos to call her. Mildred sat at the desk and dialed the number she left. It was obviously her private number as it did not go through the operator and was picked up by Lin Lu herself. Mildred had a moment of terror wondering if Amos might be having an affair with Lin Lu. There really was not a reason for her concern. She knew that Amos loved her and her alone and would never have looked at another woman, or so she thought.

“This is Lin Lu, how may I help you” a beautifully accented voice answered.

“This is Mildred Reynolds, Miss Lu. I am returning the call you made to my husband. I’m afraid he’s going to be unavailable for a few weeks so is there something I can help you with?”

“I’m not sure, Mrs. Reynolds. I did want to speak to Reverend Reynolds about his sermon last Sunday, especially about his references to my company. But I understand if he’s not able to do so right now. Perhaps he can call me when he is feeling better.”

“Well, to tell you the truth, Miss Lu, that may not be for some time. He was deeply affected by the fire at our house. I know my husband very well and I might be able to answer any questions you might have. I think I know what you are concerned about.”

“I’m terribly sorry about your house and so relieved that neither of you were hurt and I would love to help you out in any way I can. As for my concerns, maybe I might be better off dealing with a woman than a man. I have heard a lot about you, Mrs. Reynolds, all very praiseworthy. Would it be possible for you and I to have lunch some time? We have a wonderful dining room here where we could meet in private. Is that possible?”

There was something very intoxicating about Lin Lu’s soft, charming voice that intrigued Mildred.

“Yes, that sounds very nice. When would you like to meet?”

“Is tomorrow at one possible? I know it’s very short notice but I am booked up solid for the next two weeks.”

“That will be fine, Miss Lu. I’ll look forward to it.”

“Wonderful, Mrs. Reynolds. Please come to the back of the building where I have my private entrance and I’ll have my secretary bring you up to the dining room. I’m looking forward to our meeting also.”

When she returned home she found Amos sitting on the back porch reading his bible. At least that’s what it seemed like but Mildred was not fooled. After kissing her husband she reached down and pulled the book open. As she expected, there was a paper back novel inside a cut out square in the phony bible, a trick Amos had been using for years to appear pious.

“New book? Any good?”

“Yes, dear, it’s very good. A new British author named Ian Fleming. The main character is someone named James Bond and he’s some sort of super spy.  He’s a bit of a ladies man, you might like it. Anything new at church?

“There was nothing that Louise can’t handle” she answered, omitting the call from Lin Lu. “So, did you hear the good news?”

“No, what’s that?”

“Turns out that Leon takes care of all the laundry here and he’ll be doing ours too, so you are spared.”

“Me? I’m spared? I thought we had an agreement, remember?”

“Yes, I remember. But since I won’t have to do any laundry then you won’t be getting the cane, at least not for that anyway. There are still lots of other things that I can spank you for, dear.”

“So I don’t have to do that other thing too?” he asked with hope in his eyes.

“What ‘other thing’ are you referring to, my dear?”

“You know, what you made me do last night.”

“You mean you going down on me during my period?”

Amos flinched at her language, totally out of line for a Baptist woman.

“Oh yes, that was wonderful. But just because poor Leon is going to be doing our laundry doesn’t excuse you for doing something that I should have made you do years ago. I’m really looking forward to a repeat performance tonight. And I’ll bet you’ll like it a lot more too. The second day is always the heaviest flow.”

Maids and Mistresses

There are common themes running through most of Bea’s (and many other authors) CD stories, the dominating mature woman, an insecure male placed in a feminine environment, women who are determined to feminise the male no matter what, various punishments, little humiliations leading to bigger ones, sensuous female clothing of various fabrics and much more. One of the most popular and one which seems to trigger (in Bea’s phrase) our hot buttons is The Maid. Whether it is as the accomplice in seducing/feminising the male or being turned into one The Maid is for many of us the epitome of submissiveness and thus central to our fantasies.

What exactly is it that attracts those of us who have this particular leaning to this particular icon of submissiveness and not some other idea of servitude, a slave for instance or some other cipher? I don’t know about the rest of you but for me it is a combination of the idea that The Maid is by definition subservient to her Mistress and in order to reinforce this role she/he must be identified by wearing the traditional uniform black/grey dress, apron and cap. Some stories change the colour (pink, blue, red etc.) but for me this takes away from the very essence of being a servant. Bright colours are for the Mistress and her friends NOT for a lowly maidservant. I must be a traditionalist at heart.  For the last few weeks there has been a documentary series on a BBC tv charting the history of servants, I missed the first one but have seen the other two and would highly recommend the series particularly the last episode. Having always had a keen interest in the subject, most of it I was aware of already but anyone who thought the drama tv series Downton Abbey portrayed the life of servants as realistic will have their eyes opened.

There was an interesting segment about the shortage of maids between WW1 and WW II and how women now felt working as a uniform wearing maid very demeaning. This caused great concern for a class so used to having maids dance attendance on them. There were magazines giving advice to Mistresses (yes the women referred to themselves as Mistresses) on how to entice women to work as maids (more attractive aprons and caps).One article advised “Mistresses whose maid resents “uniform” should try more dainty aprons and caps rather than the starched ones of previous years.” It seems women working as maids hated the uniform and in particular the maids cap which they saw as a symbol of their lowly status. This confirmed what I had read years previously in a history of domestic service in Ireland. Maids hated wearing a cap as it was seen as the ultimate symbol of servitude. Maids were seen by their Mistresses as a symbol of their own status and in the mid and post war periods in affluent suburbs they would often have the maid in attendance in the front room in clear view of the street outside so that passers-by could see their uniformed maid underscoring  their own status.

If only the Mistresses knew that there were millions of potential maids more than willing to wear “uniform” and the more starched and humiliating the better, would wear any cap and apron of the Mistress’s choosing. These maids would even curtsy to the Mistress at every opportunity, something these modern servants flatly refused to do but sadly were unaware of our existence.

The closest I think some of us can come to achieving this are events like Belinda has described in such wonderful detail or Monica Graz actually working as a maid. For the rest of us we can only  fantasise about being a capped and aproned maid  in domestic service to a haughty, well groomed and elegant lady, serving her as a loyal and subservient  housemaid or perhaps a ladies maid obeying her every command with a deference and an obedience that only a proper maidservant would understand.



Friday, October 19, 2012

Kammi's Serial



The man plaintively said, “Please no, Mommy, I’ll be good.”
“Too late, you bad boy” she replied and then pushed the dildo completely inside him in one trust.
After ten minutes of repeated trusts his body went rigid then relaxed a few seconds later. The deed was done.
It did not take long to “convert” him. After appointing a woman as his replacement as president, he resigned from the Rotary Club. He was also persuaded to resign his position as head coach of the high school football team, where he also taught math. Since there was no chance of receiving any references, he had no choice but to join the cleaning staff at Dryfuss. His wife made good use of his new found talents to keep their house spotless.
Lin Lu was riding high from her two conquests. She focused her attention on her greatest adversary – the pastor of the Holy Roller Baptist Church.

The Reverend Amos Joshua Reynolds, D.D. was a formidable opponent for Lin Lu. As pastor of the largest church in the county, he exerted considerable clout over all aspects of life. The membership of his church, The Holy Roller Baptist Church, provided a clear majority in any election in the county. Once told by the reverend how they should vote, few disobeyed him. While his salary was in line with most of his fellow pastors, he received numerous, and very generous, “stipends” from his flock. This made him a wealthy man. He did not display his wealth – he drove a stripped down  ’62 Chevy Biscayne, was seldom seen in anything but his plain black suit, and his wife made most of her own clothes. At his insistence, she wore no make-up and a trip to the beauty salon was considered a trip to the devil’s lair, knowing that his very conservative congregation would frown on these things. For as long as most anyone knew her, she wore her hair up in a neat, tight bun. Even jewelry, other than a simple wedding ring, was considered decadent. They lived in an old, but well kept house, courtesy of the church. He had built a hiding place in the attic to hide his “stipends”. He did not trust banks and besides, he knew that there was no way he could keep his wealth private in a town that knew everything about everyone. He often wondered how long it would take to spread all over the town if he dared to make a deposit of a thousand dollars in The Farmers Trust Bank. He guessed no longer than sunset. He was probably right. So, like Midas, he horded his money in the attic, a place his wife would never go to, awaiting the day of his retirement. He had it all planned out. He would announce, with much regret, that he was resigning to fulfill a call to become a missionary in Africa. In fact, he would move to Costa Rica where he could live like a king on his savings. He might even buy his wife a new dress and treat her to a visit at the beauty salon. He was in his twentieth year at Holy Roller and figured another five years, still in his fifties, would give him the money he needed to live a life of luxury. But now he was suddenly confronted with the arrival of an evil force in town – Lin Lu and her crazy feminist ideas.

He was a smart man. He had earned his Doctor of Divinity degree at Harvard Divinity School, not from some sleazy mail order place that many of his colleagues earned their phony diplomas from. And he was indeed a man of god, though the god he believed in was far from the angry, vengeful god that he preached about from his pulpit. He gave his people what they thought they wanted  and got rich doing so. Amos was marinated in church life. He was the fourth generation Reynolds to become a pastor. It was ordained that he would follow in his ancestor’s footsteps from the day he was born. His mother had even made him a black robe when he was seven and his father built him a small pulpit to preach from. Amos never wanted to be a pastor but he was too weak to resist his father and grandfather. He played his part very well.

“Mildred, have you heard about all the strange things that are happening in our town?” he asked his wife one evening.

“No, what are you talking about, dear?”

“Women are taking over men’s jobs and their husbands are staying home and playing the part of a housewife. Andy Snobnose told me that men are not coming out to meetings because their wives won’t let them. And someone told me that boys now have to take Home Ec classes and learn to sew and knit. This is an abomination against god.”

Mildred smiled. She had put up with her husband’s ranting and raving for as long as she could remember. But she alone knew that he was just practicing the speech he would deliver to anyone that would listen. She knew that he really did not believe all that he preached but he knew his parishioners and that this was what they wanted to hear. She closed the cover of the book she was reading, Peyton Place and placed it face down on the coffee table. Though “Banned in Boston”, she had managed to get a copy from a friend who went to the Episcopal church. No respectable woman in town would admit to reading such a book. She hated the hypocrisy but she too played the game, knowing her husband’s job depended on it.

“Now honey, don’t get all worked up over nothing. I think it’s nice that men are changing. What’s wrong with a man staying home with his wife instead of spending the night with a bunch of farting, belching men in a smoke filled room. And I think it’s wonderful for boys to learn to sew and be able to hem a skirt for their future wife. Maybe I should teach you how to sew, Amos.”

“You wouldn’t dare” he replied in a soft, loving tone.

“I will if you’re not a good boy” she said teasingly.

“Haven’t I been a good boy Mommy?”

“No, you haven’t sweetie. You didn’t fulfill me last night, did you?”

“But it was late, and I was tired. Damn deacons’ meeting went on all night.”

“I don’t want any excuses. You promised me when I married you that you would fulfill me every night, no matter what. I understand that sometimes little Amos cannot perform, but you always have your tongue. So, first I have to punish you for leaving me wanting last night and then you have to get on your knees and fulfill me – twice. Go get my cane.”

Amos dutifully went upstairs to his wife’s closet and removed the bamboo cane from its hanger. He placed it on their bed then removed his pants and shorts and lay down across the bed, his feet on the floor. He waited like that for fifteen minutes until his wife arrived. Without a word, she picked up the cane and quickly delivered a dozen hard swats across his ass.

“Ah, that felt good” she said casually. “Thirty minutes.”

Amos stood up, picked up the cane and rehung it in the closet, removed the rest of his clothes and walked to a corner of the bedroom where he placed his nose against the wall. As ordered, he would stay in this position for thirty minutes. She stripped off her clothes and let them fall on the floor next to her husband’s. He would pick them all up later. She donned a floor length satin nightgown and got into bed. She picked up her book and began reading.

“I’ll get myself warmed up dear. I’m already very juicy.”

Fifteen minutes later, Amos heard his wife groan then let out a deep sigh. He knew that her fingers would be “finger licking good” when he would be allowed to join her. He wished dearly that he could pleasure himself too. When his time was up, he hurried to the bed and lifted the bottom of her nightie then dived under it. Mildred’s second orgasm of the night came quickly. Her third took a little longer but Amos did not complain. He loved sticking his tongue in his wife’s wet pussy.

Still without a word being spoken, Amos came out from under the perfumed nightie and lay on his back next to his wife.

“Do you think you deserve it?” Mildred asked.

“Only if you think so, my dear.”

“Oh, all right” she said and gripped his erect, hard member in her right hand. In her left hand she held up her book and kept reading while stroking his cock.

“Oh honey, you’ll love this part, let me read it to you.”

She read a particularly steamy part of the “pornographic” book and felt her husband respond. She had barely finished the recital when she heard an impassioned “aaagh” next to her.

“I knew you’d like that. Go wash up.”

“I love you honey, sweet dreams.”

“I love you too, Amos. Don’t forget to rinse out my panties, or else.”

The “or else” was that Amos would have to wear the soiled panties the next day, He tried hard not to forget, though the penalty was not all that bad provided that she did not couple it with a painful ball squeezing. Now that hurt!

After hearing from several more of his puritanical members (he referred to them as “hypocritical bastards” to his wife) about the “work of the devil” in their town, Amos decided he needed to give one of his famous fire and brimstone sermons next Sunday. He finished his text on Saturday and looked forward to dinner with the Marstons that evening. Lydia and Jack were good friends and they enjoyed time together. They were far from being “hypocritical bastards” and truth be known, would actually be considered liberals, a title that would not be considered a compliment in this town. Amos looked forward to hearing their opinion about the “work of the devil”. It did not take long to find out where they stood, much to the Reynolds’ surprise. After ringing the doorbell, the door was opened by an apron clad Jack. And it sure as hell was not a man’s apron, Amos thought. It was pink with small white flowers and had ruffled hems. And there was something else about his appearance that had Amos wondering. His wife provided the answer.

“Thank you Jack” Mildred said with a smile. “I like your hair, very pretty.”

That’s what’s different, Amos realized, his damn hair. It was puffy and bleached.

“Welcome Mildred, welcome pastor” Lydia greeted them. “Like our surprise? Jack spent the entire morning at Laverne’s getting his new hairdo. I just love it” she said and patted her blushing husband’s hair with an open hand.

“Geez, it’s times like this that I wish I hadn’t taken the pledge” Amos said in the tone of someone getting a rectal exam. “Did you loose a dare, Jack?”

“No he didn’t” Lydia said in his defense. “I thought he’d look cute with a new style and he also looks younger, doesn’t he Mildred?”

“Yes, he does. It really suits him. So, let’s see” she added as she moved closer to check out Jack’s hair. “Looks like it was frosted and set?”

“Yes, Mildred, it was” a humiliated Jack answered.

“What was it like to have your hair pulled through the holes in the cap? I’ve heard it can hurt. And how did you feel about getting curlers in your hair and sitting under the dryer. And I’ll bet that you had tears in your eyes from all that teasing?”

“He won’t admit it, but he really had fun, didn’t you dear?” Lydia asked.

Blushing an even deeper shade of red Jack answered “Yes”.

“Maybe it’s time for you to pay a visit to Laverne, Amos. What do you think?”

Amos had been standing there through the conversation with his mouth open. He could not believe that his friend would subject himself to such a feminine experience. But he also felt little Amos stirring in his pants.

“I don’t think so, Mildred, at least not in this century.”

“We’ll see” his wife said and winked at Lydia.

Little Amos was growing bigger.

Amos continued to be shocked when Jack served them hot cider and crackers in the livingroom then returned to the kitchen to finish preparing, and then serving dinner. He kept his apron on the whole time, even when he sat at the dining room table. He remained behind when dinner was over and began clearing the table, alone.

“Let me help with the dishes” Mildred offered, as was the usual custom.

“No, he’s all right, dear. He’s just getting things soaking and he’ll finish up later, after you’re gone. Take a seat, you too pastor” Lydia said.

Amos noticed that his wife took all this in like it was normal. He suspected that she and Lydia had talked earlier.

When Jack joined them and stretched out on his easy chair, Amos saw the shiny, black, almost see through stockings his friend was wearing. What else was he hiding under his outer clothes, he wondered. Little Amos was twitching again.

“Say Jack, I am going to be giving a very forceful sermon tomorrow about all the changes in town. It’s already written so please don’t think it’s aimed at you and the, ah, changes you have made in your lifestyle. I’ve told both of you before, in total confidence may I remind you, that what I say from the pulpit is not always how I think. That said, may I compliment you on your lovely new look.”

“Well thank you pastor. Jack was so nervous about how you would react to seeing him look so feminine” Lydia said. “Please let me explain. Jack has always hated his job at Dryfuss. Bradley used to make fun of anyone, men only of course, that did not go along with his debauchery. He would not fire Jack because he was so good at his job. Despite that, he was let go when Miss Lu took over, along with all the other male executives. Jack loved not having to go to that place every day and then, to his, and my, great surprise, he began to enjoy helping me around the house. It was like he had been let out of jail. Of course, I loved it too. What woman would not want to be relieved of cleaning the hose, scrubbing toilets, doing the laundry, and most of all, the ironing, which I hate. So, with all that removed from my shoulders, I had time on my hands. My friend Rhonda Jacobs told me how wonderful it was to work at Dryfuss now, with all the changes. Do you know that they actually have a beauty salon there? I had majored in accounting in college, very unusual for a woman. But I never worked as I married this bum right after graduation and he would not let me work. Rhonda said they were in dire need of an accountant since they could not find a woman with this degree, not surprising. So, I am going to work there, starting next week, at a starting salary higher than what Jack was making.”

Wonderful, Lydia, congratulations” Mildred said and got up to hug her friend. “So what will you do, Jack?”

Lydia answered for the embarrassed man. “He’s going to be the stay at home housewife, aren’t you dear?”

“Yes, Lydia” he answered

“I suppose you’ll be signing up for a weekly appointment at Laverne’s, won’t you dear?”

“Yes, Lydia.”

When they were leaving, there was the usual hugs between the ladies and the men and the ladies. The men began to shake hands when Amos threw his arms around Jack and hugged him tightly.

“I’m proud of your bravery, Jack. I’ll always be your friend.”

“Thanks Amos, I’ll always be your friend too.”

“Just don’t ask me to join to join you at Laverne’s, okay?”

They all laughed then Mildred said to her husband “As I said earlier, we’ll see.”
There was another round of laughter. Amos was glad he had his overcoat in his hands to conceal the bulge in his pants.

Amos drove a little faster than usual on his way home. Both of them were aroused and there was a mad dash to run upstairs and shed their clothes. Mildred lay down on the bed and spread her legs. Amos dove in head first. Mildred climaxed right away. The second one took a little longer as they were no longer rushed. Amos was close to cuming too as he ground himself against the sheets. Mildred was running her hands through his hair while she gently pressed his face into her pussy.

“You know dear” she said, “I think tomorrow night I’d like to see what it’s like to have you between my legs with your hair in curlers. Okay?”

Amos could not answer verbally but his actions did. He went rigid and shot his load. When he recovered he said “Damn, I just changed these sheets this morning!”


Friday, October 12, 2012

Kammi's Serial



“Wow, Bradley sure has great hands” a glowing Rhonda declared one day returning to the office after her biweekly spa appointment.
“You talking about his nice shampoo, girl?” Louise asked jokingly.
“Oh, I suppose you could call it that – my hair did get wet and his fingers were busy” Rhonda responded.
Everyone in the room knew just what she was talking about. 
“Guess hubby’s off the hook tonight, eh?”
“No way, a busy tongue trumps a busy finger every time.”
Laughter filled the room.

The changes in not only the workplace but in the entire community did not all occur without some dissension. Lin Lu knew of four divorces amongst her employees and six separations. She was surprised it was not more. There was also “official” opposition from several stalwart civic groups. The Ladies Garden Club, not surprisingly considering their average age and political bent, complained that the men of the town were becoming “effeminate”, as they called the changes. They were easily taken care of. Lin Lu persuaded the town council to allocate five new areas for public gardens, at Dryfuss Enterprise’s expense, of course, and placed the six male members of the high school Horticultural Club at their disposal for the heavy lifting. None of the Garden Club members objected to these boys’ obvious “effeminate” manner. The straw hats with a pink satin ribbon,
the flowered (appropriately) work gloves, and the red gingham smocks that the boys wore while working fit right in with the prissy ladies’ idea of proper gardening attire. The president of the Garden Club was shocked one Saturday when the wind blew off a boy’s hat while he was planting pansies and revealed the pin curls in his hair.  She pretended to be “absolutely mortified” at such a thing but repeated the story over and over while giggling. The boy thought nothing of the event. He had a hot date that evening and his sister had kindly set his hair, expecting it would dry nicely in the hot sun. His girlfriend loved to play with his curls.

The all male Elks Club and Loyal Order of Masons voiced their opposition to the changes occurring in their town. They said it was un-American to see all the sissies around town, both men and boys. There was probably not one of them that ever lent a hand to help their wives do “woman’s work”. If they did, they did not admit it, until now. The real problem with these groups was that membership was declining rapidly. Many of them had been forbidden by their now dominant wives to attend a club that did not admit women. Others made pitiful excuses for not attending the weekly meeting when they called in to say they would be absent. Most had their wives standing next to them when they nervously made the call.

“What in hell is going on in this town?” the president of the Elks roared at one meeting when less than a half of the members had shown up. “Would you like to hear some of the excuses I got? It’ll make you sick.”

He pulled out a small notebook from his coat pocket.

“Sorry Andy, I have a ton of ironing to do” he read. “Can’t make it tonight, Andy, I have to help my wife with her home permanent.”  “Not sure I’ll make it tomorrow, Andy, wife needs a dummy to hem her skirts. Ha, ha, I’m the dummy.” The shithead was actually laughing about it!”

“Have all these assholes had their balls cut off? Next thing you know they’ll be showing up wearing a dress. We need to do something about this before it’s too late. And I know who’s behind it all – it’s that damn pinko commie chink bitch that’s taken over Dryfuss. Do you know she has made our good buddy Brad her maid and he actually does women’s hair all day at that damn asylum? There’s even gossip that he’s had his prick cut off, but I don’t believe that. Not our boy Brad.”

Vital to any revolution is intelligence, and Lin Lu was an expert at this. She had spies everywhere and there was little that went on in town that she didn’t know about. And when human spies were not available, hidden microphones did almost as well. So, a week after the honorable Andrew Jackson Snobnose angrily cast aspersions on Lin Lu, she gracefully invited him to lunch at the Dryfuss executive dining room to discuss “affairs of the town”. The rotund president of the Elks never refused a free lunch, especially since word had got out about the fantastic food being served at Dryfuss. Rose and Rhonda also attended. The stuffed partridge was eagerly devoured by Mr. Snobnose and the
Black Forest cake for dessert seemed to disappear in one gulp. With a few glasses of a very fine wine, the man became quite jovial. So jovial was he that he dared place his hand on Lin Lu’s thigh under the table. She turned to him and smiled. He smiled back for just a second. Lin Lu subtly placed her hand over his crotch which the man interpreted as the signal for some serious sex. That thought was quickly banished when he felt Lin Lu squeeze his balls. His face turned red and he fought to keep from screaming from the pain. He quickly pulled his hand off her thigh. Lin Lu, acting as though nothing had happened, gave him her sweetest smile and asked “Coffee, Mr. Snobnose?” He could only nod his head in agreement.

After lunch, Lin Lu suggested a tour of the new Dryfuss Enterprises.  Being a shrewd businessman, he appreciated the hustle and bustle of the place. But the smiles and obvious happiness of the employees puzzled him. Employees should not be smiling all the time. Certainly they did not in his business. It was mandatory that they always maintained a glum look. He was the owner of the town’s only funeral parlor. He did notice the prominence of women in the management offices then was shocked to see rows of men behind typewriters hammering diligently on the keys. And they looked like a bunch of sissies.

“Like I told you, Mr. Snobnose, things have changed considerably since your last visit here” Lin Lu said.

“Yes, indeed they have” he answered, wondering how she knew he had been here before. He like all the other men, had no idea that Bradley had filmed their activities.

“Now let me show you the, ah, gym, which I understand you visited many times. We have made a few changes there too.”

Snobnose immediately noticed the door to the “gym”. It was now a smoked pink glass with gold trim. As soon as he entered, he began to quiver. The place was a damn beauty salon, he thought. Despite the good food and the fine wine that had lulled him into a state of relaxation, his sensors alerted him to a trap. The room looked girly, it smelled girly, and a woman was seated in front of a giant mirror having curlers put in her hair. This had to be a mistake. The gym that he knew and loved always smelled of sweat, beer, and cigars.

“Did we take a wrong turn?”

“No, not at all, Mr. Snobnose. Don’t you recognize your old buddy Brad?”

Now thoroughly confused he looked around the room but only saw the woman getting her hair done, another under a dryer, and the nicely dressed hairdresser that he thought might be a pretty good lay.

“No, where is he?”

“Bradley dear, come welcome Andy to your spa.”

Brad put down the comb he had in one hand and the roller he had in another and sheepishly turned around to face his old friend. He had never been so humiliated in his life.

“No fucking way! That’s not Brad, what’s going on here?”

“My, my, such language, Mr. Snobnose. And in a woman’s salon at that. You should be ashamed of yourself” Lin Lu admonished the now very shaken man.

“Hi Andy, welcome to my spa” Brad said softly, embracing his friend.

“Get your hands off me, you faggot. Let me out of this loony bin. I’m going to have you shut down” he directed to Lin Lu.

“Oh dear, have we upset you, Mr. Snobnose? And here I was about to suggest that you stay and have a nice shampoo and set and get your nails done too, all on the house. I’m sure Bradley would just love to run his hands through your pretty hair. How about it?”

Lin Lu knew that Snobnose prided himself on his full head of shiny hair. Her intelligence unit found that he had his wife wash his hair with expensive woman’s shampoo three times a week and that he wore a hairnet to bed every night.

“Get the hell out of my way you, you…”

“You pinko commie chink bitch? Is that what you want to say?” Lin Lu asked, the smile and soft manner gone. Snobnose feared the look he saw in her face. And how had she known what he had called her at the Elks meeting?

“I’m leaving” he said, though not as forcibly as his prior remark. He tried to push his way past Lin Lu but was stopped by her surprisingly strong hand on his arm.

“Not so fast. We have business to discuss, fatso. Follow me – now!” she barked at him.

He was too afraid to refuse and followed her to the conference room, where Rose and Rhonda awaited them. He felt like a schoolboy being led to the principal’s office for some infraction.

“Sit down” Lin Lu ordered, pointing to a chair around the large oval table.

“I don’t have anything to discuss with you, miss, unless you’re in the market for a casket that I would be more than happy to put you in” he said, summoning the last ounce of courage he had. “And my name is Mister Snobnose, not fatso.”

“Oh my girls, the old fart does have balls, though I suspect they might be a little swollen right now” Lin Lu said and all three women laughed.

“Nice try, fatso. Lets get down to work. On behalf of a large group of women in town, we object to you keeping them from joining your fine club. We are going to change that. At your next meeting, which I believe is scheduled for this Thursday at seven-thirty, you will appoint Mrs. Jacobs here as Vice-President. You may remain as president, for now. Mrs. Jacobs will bring along several other women who will be admitted as members. I understand you have been concerned with declining membership so this will help you out, right? Any questions, fatso?”

“You’re out of your mind. And I told you not to call me fatso, you bitch” he shouted as he rose from his chair.

Rose was prepared for this and quickly grabbed his shoulders from behind and forced him back down.

“We’re not finished, fatso” she said to his face while reaching down to grip his balls. This time he could not keep from screaming. “I do not appreciate the way you are talking to my boss. Apologize?”

“Fu…” he tried to say but Rose squeezed even harder, making his eyes roll back in pain.

“I’m waiting” Rose said.

“I, ah, I’m, ah, sorry, Miss Lu. Aagh, please stop, you’re killing me” he pleaded.

At a nod from her husband, Rose loosened her grip.

“So, are we ready to proceed with my suggestion?” Lin Lu asked.

“There’s no f…, ah, way women can join the Elks. I have no control over it. It’s in the national charter. It’s for men only.”

“I suggest you find a way, fatso. And just to give you a little encouragement, watch this.”

Rhonda placed some type of control panel on the table. With the touch of a few buttons, the lights in the room dimmed, a white screen descended from the ceiling, and a picture appeared. The quality of the picture was not great but Snobnose had no problem identifying himself. He was naked, lying on his back on a massage table with a topless voluptuous woman bending over him.

“I never knew you were a movie star, Mr. Snobnose” Lin Lu teased. “Roll ‘em, Rhonda.”

With another touch of a button, the screen became alive. The young lady was trying to give Snobnose a hand job but was having difficulty.

“Hurry up, bitch, I haven’t got all evening” Snobnose snarled.

“Sorry, sir, I just can’t get my full hand around it. I’m trying to do it with just two fingers. It is, well, ah, kinda small.”

The women in the room giggled at this comment.

“Then use your damn mouth!”

“Yes sir, I’ll try.”

The screen showed the girl bend down and put her head over his crotch. It was obvious that she was not going to deep throat him. There was no bobbing of her head. She just put her lips around him and sucked. Snobnose came in only a few minutes.

“Wow” the girl could be heard saying, “you must be the fastest gun I the West, sir” as she raised her head and wiped her arm across her mouth.

Snobnose obviously did not like this comment. His wife constantly complained about his premature ejaculations.  He reached up and slapped her breasts several times. The poor masseuse just stood there, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Rhonda shut off the film, stood up, walked to the frozen Snobnose and slapped him across the face several times. She then spit in his face.


“You may leave now, Mr. Snobnose. We’ll see you on Thursday” Rhonda said to him politely. ‘Unless you’d like your wife to see you in the movies.”

Snobnose sat for several minutes silent. Finally, he stood up and walked out with his head down. The ladies noted that his pants were wet.

And so the Elks were integrated, at least in this small town. Snobnose was too afraid to notify the national office of this rule violation, fully aware of the consequences. He knew most of the male members would not object. Many of them too had become movie stars at the Dryfuss Enterprises gym. The new agendas for Elk meetings listed events like “Embroidery for Wives and Husbands”, “How to do perfect laundry and ironing – Men Only”, “Nail Care for Men & Women” and the very popular “How to create the best quiche – Men Only”.

The integration of the Rotary Club proved to be much easier. Their president also liked to be in the movies with just a little twist from most of the other films that Bradley had in his archives. This former college football star liked the finer things in life. Live and in color, he appeared walking across the gym wearing a pink slip, high heels, and a big pink bow in his hair. He walked hand in hand with another nubile girl, who was totally nude except for a strap around her waist. They approached the massage table and he, obviously very familiar with this routine, bent over the top. She ran her hands across the soft silk until she lifted the bottom of the slip and draped it across his back. Now the ruffled pink panties were quite obvious. She played with these for a while then pulled them down. She picked up a small tube off the table and squeezed the contents onto her hand. Looking from her back she appeared to be wiping her hands on her crotch. She squeezed the tube again and stuck two fingers into the man’s rectum. Then she turned briefly to reveal that she was wearing a large, black strap-on.

The man plaintively said, “Please no, Mommy, I’ll be good.”

“Too late, you bad boy” she replied and then pushed the dildo completely inside him in one trust.

After ten minutes of repeated trusts his body went rigid then relaxed a few seconds later. The deed was done.

It did not take long to “convert” him. After appointing a woman as his replacement as president, he resigned from the Rotary Club. He was also persuaded to resign his position as head coach of the high school football team, where he also taught math. Since there was no chance of receiving any references, he had no choice but to join the cleaning staff at Dryfuss. His wife made good use of his new found talents to keep their house spotless.

Lin Lu was riding high from her two conquests. She focused her attention on her greatest adversary – the pastor of the Holy Roller Baptist Church.